Chapter 982

"Don't believe it, as a federal bigwig, my allowance is very high!!!"

Jiang Pengji was born as a gene warrior, and her mission was very risky. The subsidy from the Federal Military Department was considerable.

Of course, if her salary is compared with other Legion leaders, it is estimated to be a scum.

Everyone else has a backstage, either from a certain family or family inheritance, but she came up with her bare hands.

It's very inspirational!

The only regret is that after decades of struggle, the small money saved by frugality did not go out.

After more than 30 years of struggle for the union, she didn't even get a year's pension.

Feng Zhen rolled his eyes in the dark, "Lord, how much yellow soup did you steal from Zhen today?"

If you don't drink too much yellow soup, how can you talk nonsense?

Feng prodigal son said he was used to his master's intermittent wind.

It's calm here in the camp. The exemption card is hung high every day. No matter how the battle is called in Northern Xinjiang, they refuse to go out and secretly make bamboo rafts and wooden boats.

Jiang Pengji was calm, but she couldn't carry it in the north.

It's nothing else, just because the mainu tribe has insufficient food reserves to supply the normal expenses of tens of thousands of troops.

Jiang Pengji can spend time, but Northern Xinjiang can't afford it.

The only way the third prince could think of was to borrow food.

But——

"... only blame that fool for his stupidity. Which big tribe in Northern Xinjiang hasn't been offended by him?" The third prince rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. He had the courage to send letters to the tribes near the shore of sheshui to borrow food. When they heard the intention, they refused, crying poor one by one.

The previous generation of kings had exploited once. The three princes borrowed food from them again, and the tribal herdsmen would starve to death.

"The tribe has only enough grain for ten days. If we don't solve it again -"

The third prince is much more reliable than the previous generation king. He is also a student taught by Wu Liba. He has ambition and brain.

Faced with the embarrassment of food shortage, he thought of many ways, but other tribes refused to buy it.

Those who were willing to buy and borrow food, the lion opened his mouth openly and secretly, and the three princes were so angry that their faces were black.

The third prince anxiously twisted the braid on his head and asked Wu Liba, "what good plan does the teacher have?"

Beijiang is too passive now.

If you can't borrow food from other tribes, sneak attack Jiang Pengji and beat the autumn wind - ha ha, Wu Liba is a lesson from the past.

Such a calculation, there is no other way out.

Wu Liba looked gloomily at the flickering candles on the table.

It is impossible for Beijiang not to be angry when his good hand is played like this.

But in any case, Wu Liba will not easily give up Northern Xinjiang unless he dies!

The next day, things turned for the better.

The third prince looked at the man in front of him with a black face. He was once the big prince.

The other side LED 30000 elite and 500000 stone grain to the front line. It was clearly said to be support, but in fact it was to seize power.

Wu Liba looked coldly and said with a sneer, "I really looked away. I didn't expect that the unbearable prince should have such a city government. He used all kinds of means to pollute himself and was even abandoned by the king. I didn't expect to save 30000 elite and so much food in private."

Is Beijiang completely over?

Not only did the princes not resist the enemy, but they returned to their respective fiefdoms and contacted the forces of their mother race, looking like brothers and sisters.

Wu Liba could not help but doubt.

Did Liu Xi have foreseen this situation long ago?

She deliberately avoided the war, just to consume the food of the camp in Northern Xinjiang and sit and watch the princes in Northern Xinjiang fight?

In the face of a big enemy, I don't want to resist foreign enemies. Instead, I want to hustle inside and settle outside. I'm confused one by one, right?

Wu Liba didn't know that he was about to make a prophecy——

Everyone's brain is really going to water!

"The rain has been getting heavier in recent days, and the water level has been flush with the river bank - it is estimated that it will soon -"

Feng Zhen took off his wet coir raincoat. He really didn't expect such a terrible rainstorm in Northern Xinjiang.

Jiang Pengji said, "are the boats and bamboo rafts ready?"

"Enough."

Two days after the dialogue, it was midnight——

The people of the mayinu tribe fell into a deep sleep. Half asleep and half awake, the ground trembled and there seemed to be the roar of waves in their ears.

Many herdsmen woke up from their dreams and were stunned to find that there was water infiltration in their tents. Before long, the water level spread to their legs.

What happened?

The herdsmen were stunned and found that the water had discharged the flood.

"Wake up, everyone - the God of water is angry -"

"Wake up - all the villagers wake up -"

"The water god is angry, big guy, run for your life -"

It was dark and the rain curtain blocked their sight.

At this time, the sky is constantly raining, the sound of waves in the distance is getting closer and closer, and the trembling under your feet is becoming more and more dense.

"What's that --"

Some people shouted in horror in the noise, and the shadow of the distant horizon was approaching them.

Wu Liba and the three princes discussed military affairs overnight. When the rain surged outside and the water poured back, they reacted.

Their first reaction was to order the sergeants and tribal herdsmen in Northern Xinjiang to evacuate the river bank and move towards the highlands and mountains.

"Heaven will perish in Northern Xinjiang -"

Wu Liba and others reacted fairly quickly. They are also a privileged class and enjoy the priority of running for their lives.

In the hazy night, he could barely see the surging river below, sweeping everything clean.

Too many herdsmen and soldiers who had no time to escape were washed away by the roaring water.

In the face of Jiang Pengji, Wu Liba can persuade himself that he can win next time after this failure.

Facing the irresistible flood, he could not resist.

How can man fight with heaven?

The third prince shook Wu Liba out of his bewilderment and said, "teacher, don't be bewildered - it's rainy season now, but the water is not abnormal. The old people with tribal experience have not found any signs of flood in the water - there must be something fishy behind it -"

If it is a natural disaster, at least there is an early warning, but this time it comes so suddenly.

More like——

It's more like someone intercepted the water upstream and discharged the water at one time while the water level overflowed the river bank.

Look at this situation, all the tribes along Gushui have suffered!

But - can this be done by manpower?

The icy chill spread wildly in my heart and couldn't be restrained.

Although Gushui is not the largest river in Northern Xinjiang, the surrounding land is one of the most fertile. Many tribes, large and small, gather along the coast. If all these tribes suffer, the number of deaths is unimaginable!

The flood came and went suddenly.

By the second half of the night, the water had calmed down.

"Wait -- what's that?"

The three princes, Wu Liba and the big prince with a gloomy face gathered together. The two sides ordered some residual troops, and their faces were so heavy that they could drip water.

At this time, the low voice of a soldier attracted their attention.

With their eyes wide open, they could barely see the dense black spots floating on the river.

"Those things are coming towards us -"

The crowd looked carefully, and sure enough, they saw that the black spot was moving towards them.

Is it a rescue?